Posts tagged February 26 2008
what might have been

He holds his rocking brother’s hand, an anchor for his injured reflection who twitches and lolls. I watch as his thumb gently strokes his brother’s, his wrapped fingers pat-pat-patting reassurance where little is likely to register. The ferry lurches as it pushes away from the terminal and I finally manage to look away, having learned a little bit more about love.

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